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V1
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Oh my name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of a band,
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Although we're few in number, we're the finest in all the land.
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Of course I’m the conductor, and I’ve often had to play
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With all the fine musicians that you read about today.
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The drums they bang, the cymbals clang, the horns they blaze away,
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McCarthy puffs the ould bassoon, and I the pipes does play.
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Hennessey Tennessee toot the flute, the music is something grand,
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And a credit to ould Ireland’s, boys is MacNamara's Band.
V2
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Whenever an election's on, we play on either side,
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And the way we play the fine ould airs, fills every heart with pride.
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If dear Tom Moore was living now, he'd make them understand
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That none can do him justice, like ould MacNamara's Band.
Repeat Chorus:
V3
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We play for fairs or weddings and for every County Ball,
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And at any great man's funeral we play 'The Dead March in Saul.'
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When General Grant to Ireland came, he shook me by the hand,
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And said he never heard the like, of ould MacNamara's Band.
Repeat Chorus.
V4
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Just now we are practicing for a very grand affair,
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It's an annual celebration, all the gentry will be there.
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The girls and boys will all turn out, with flags and colours grand,
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And in front of the procession, will be MacNamara's Band. (Slowing)